When I was coming home to you
I never knew
That it'd be the last time
Did you
You saw it
Never said it
Tip to the end
Tip to the end
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Tip to the end
Tiptoe
You're mind is blank
You've run out of notion
Emptied all your thoughts
No longer outspoken
The ticking of the clock
Slowed down
But you were hoping
It would speed up
Cuz you're still
And you need some motion
And you need some motion
And every day is just the same thing
So you need a little drink and some complaining
Nothing ever seems like it's changing
You've been thinking bout it way too much lately, baby
You need some motion
You need some motion